Arrow Lake zaftig

a silverchased boy approached, with so much of stigmata in him that it gave mahler pause. it was with takiyok's poise that the child regarded mahler; the shadowpriest closed the distance between them with a few strides, lowering his muzzle to take in the scent of the young one.
​he did not initially speak, for there were no things to say that came swiftly to mind. but a fond light entered his eyes, a wry smile to his lips. "you have gotten larger," he commented amusedly.